Stuck

Written at midnight.

Imprisoned in this form
Captured,
Trapped.
The senses so dull.

I am visible
Only through the eyes
As well as
The grace in running

Once a month
I'm free
To wander
Alone but not imprisoned.

No one knows
What it's like
To feel like this

My eyesight dimmed
My hearing dulled
My nose hopeless
My false skin itching like mad
My mind swimming with hopes
To be wild again
My "hands"
Soft and peachy colored
Should be paws
Pure white with
Snow and heat hardened pads

How I was stuck
With this life
This form
This time around
I'll never know

Did I enjoy my past life too much?
Did I kill my past mate?
Did I kill another of my kind?
All these are questions I ask
But go unanswered.

If you haven't figured it out
I'm not really human
I belong in the wild.

Why?
Because.
I'm a wolf.

Reviews

[deeps]

If you haven't figured it out
I'm not really human
I belong in the wild.

Why?
Because.
I'm a wolf.

I like this stanza. I would've put
because
I'm a lone wolf
But I like your way as well.
Awesome write.